And then for some reason, tiny insects decided that they just had to commit suicide on my freshly painted doors. Besides tweezing their little carcasses from the paint, there was even more razoring, sanding and repainting!

We – the locals – were spared having to pay the fees until December 29, when, according to the thought processes of the MGM Illuminati, locals would pay, too, therefore increasing their revenues by – get this! – millions.

I’ve not started yet, but a quick flip through the book doesn’t show an immediately perceptible difference from the original so far. So that means that I have to sit down and read the whole thing again.

I “read” books about health, which, unfortunately, were few and far between. The fact that my waistline has more or less disappeared in a pile of zaftig, prove that the reading that I *have* done, I haven’t necessarily put into practice.